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Harry Potter entered the hospital wing and looked around, his eyes searching for a blonde head. Nearly all the beds were empty and clean, except one. When Harry saw the Slytherin lying under the covers he hesitated. He hadn't been seen yet, he could still turn around and leave, pretend he didn't care about the other boy. But the guilt had been nagging at him since Snape had shooed him out of the bathroom and he couldn't bear it anymore. Harry walked across the room to his young man he'd nearly killed. Malfoy's eyes were closed and his features twisted into a grimace, either of pain or something he was thinking about. His whole torso was wrapped in bandages and Harry's stomach churned at the sight of the few spots of blood on the white cotton. He cleared his throat.

"Malfoy"

The young man's eyes fluttered open and he groaned. Trying to adjust to the light he blinked several times until he recognised the person in front of him.

"Potter? What the hell are you doing here?"

You could hear how he tried to sound tough but the exhaustion was clearly audible in his voice.

"Uhm, I just wanted to-"

"Y'know what, spare your apologies", Malfoy spat and closed his eyes again.

Harry was speechless for a second, trying hard not to get annoyed.

"Well, you're kind of forced to listen to me since you can't move"

Malfoy opened his eyes again and glared at him. He had to admit, Harry was right, so before Malfoy could say anything else Harry continued.

"I know this might sound cheap-"

"-and stupid-"

"-but I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't know what the spell would do, I didn't want to harm you this much and- I just want to know if I can do anything to make it up to you?"

On the inside Harry was cringing at himself and couldn't believe he was offering help to Draco Malfoy!

"That's pathetic." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You nearly killed me and all you have to say is 'I'm sorry'? You're seriously pathetic"

Harry's blood began to boil, he couldn't believe the arrogance of that snake! What more could he do than apologise? It wasn't like he could turn back time, not legally at least. All he could do was offer a friendly gesture but Malfoy was obviously too proud to even think about accepting it. Considering their history of hatred it wasn't a surprise, though.

"Well, what else do you expect me to do?"

"I dunno, get lost or something..."

Now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "Unbelievable. You're unbelievable."

Malfoy just glared up at him. If he hadn't been stuck on the bed he surely would've jinxed Harry already. Or maybe not, given his tired look. Harry noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how waxen Malfoy's skin looked, he really must have lost a lot of blood. Had his cheekbones stuck out that much before? It seemed like Malfoy had lost quite some weight but Harry couldn't think of a reason why.

"Why are you still standing there?" Malfoy hissed, cutting short Harry's curiosity.

"You still haven't told me if I could do something for you", he insisted, slowly regretting even coming here. He should've known he was only going to make a fool out of himself.

Malfoy studied Harry with his eyes, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Then he furrowed his brows.

"You really wanna do something, Potter"

Harry shrugged, not wanting to admit the guilt he felt.

"Maybe you could-uhm there's this thing that-", but then he abruptly shook his blond hair. "No, never mind"

Was Draco Malfoy being insecure? Could the perfect Malfoy even be unsure of anything? Harry took a step closer to the bed.

"No, not 'never mind'. What thing are you talking about?" His suspicion about Malfoy being a Death Eater popped up in his head but he quickly pushed it aside. He couldn't accuse someone lying drained of blood on a hospital bed a Death Eater, even if that someone was Malfoy.

"Nothing! You would only go and tell Dumbledore and make everything only worse"

"No, I wouldn't!"

Malfoy sighed. "Yeah, right"

"Look, you can't just start to ask for something, make me curious but leave it there"

Before Malfoy could reply he was cut off by Madam Pomfrey.

"Mr. Potter, the visiting hours are over. And anyways, Mr. Malfoy needs a lot of rest, so I suggest you find your way back to your dormitory." Harry knew how strict the matron could be and simply nodded.

"Just one moment, Madam Pomfrey", then he turned back to Malfoy. "I'll come back tomorrow and you can tell me about thing thing or yours"

With that Harry spun around and left the Hospital Wing. He already knew he wouldn't get their conversation out of his mind for the rest of the evening.